“I’m not going!” Ivy stomped and cried. “Angie, please what if we get caught? You’re going to get caught; WE’RE going to get caught! I’m not doing it! I’m not!” The blonde tried to get loose from the death grip Angie held over her.

“Ivy you’re coming! You gave me your word!” she continued to drag her down the last of the steps and turned to Ivy. “You can’t just let me do this alone. I can’t do it alone.” Angie continued to pull her roughly towards the white van despite her bitching and moaning.

Shane had pulled her sunglasses off and got out of her burgundy Jeep that was parked in Ivy’s lot. She needed to pick up some supplies that she had lent to Ivy.  She watched a man dressed in dark clothing drag a woman roughly by her shirt down the stairs that lead to the apartment.  They were about 15 feet away from the van and that’s when they met Shane.

Ivy stood up straight and kept her head down. She pointed her feet towards Angie, not wanting to have to answer to Shane. Her mannerism really did make her appear to be a victim to domestic violence.

Shane’s eyes furrowed when she looked at the woman with short brown hair, she looked so helpless. She turned her attention to the man and shoved him hard. Angie lost balance and hit the ground. “You feel good beating up on a lady, you asshole?!” she shouted with her hands on her hips. 

Ivy stood behind her with a hand over her mouth. She couldn’t believe what was happening. She couldn’t exactly shout and tell Shane that the ‘man’ she just shoved to the ground was in fact Angie.

After Angie told her they were going to CU to deliver the ’17 reasons why!’ sign she suggested that they go in as anyone else other than themselves. Having a makeup artist friend whose specialty was special effects had its perks wasn’t it? Yea, I don’t so anymore. I should’ve never suggested it because now Angie is trying to get us both killed!

 Ivy looked down at Angie and she didn’t know what to do so she  just leant down to Angie and tried to help her up. Shane quickly pulled her away. “It’s okay let him stay down. My niece lives around here.” She pointed above. “How about you come with me?” She pulled the woman up and helped her back up the stairs not before looking behind her shoulder and narrowing her eyes at the pathetic excuse of a man on the floor.